Noah continues blogging his trip across the USA and hangs out with Mark Jenkins.
In my last road trip blog I left you with stories of hanging out with my buddy Mark Jenkins, at his basement apartment/studio in Washington D.C. So far we had covered the Nation's Capitol, the Hirshhorn Museum, tape humpers, the subway, and only the beggining of eating out at the Adams-Morgan District. Since then we decided to take a short break from the ol' D.C. though, and to take a day trip over to the neighboring city of Baltimore, Maryland.

Michelle sittin' pretty.

I had never heard of a rowhouse until this point of the trip, which if you didn't know is a large apartment building occupying a full city block, and they're everywhere here. The style of housing has been in use since the late 17th century, although a lot of Baltimore's old ones just stand vacant now. The one's pictured above were deffinetly nicer then some. They had porches and the nice window seats upstairs, but other rowhouses I saw were just giant flat sided cubes with a doorway every 15' or so.

Baltimore was interesting to drive around, but I have to say that I'm not totally convinced that it lives up to the allure of it's self-title of "The Greatest City in America". Baltimore was kind of in a state of despair, and actually kind of "ghetto" seeming. Half of the buildings I saw were boarded up, and for the most part the only places for it's residents to purchase food in the small neighborhoods are at crappy corner convenience stores. No one seemed to be working, and there were a lot of people just hanging out on their stoops eating chips and drinking cola all day. I don't actually want to offend anyone from Baltimore (since I hear it's full of violent criminals), so maybe it was just my dumb luck that these were the only areas of the city I was able to see while there ...

Also, everything is made of brick here. Mark's girlfriend Sandra was the one driving and she led us to believe that we'd be safer from the inside of her moving car. To understand why, here's a couple stats for ya. City Crime Rankings (12th Edition) ranks Baltimore second only to Detroit among the most dangerous American cities over 500,000 in population. According to crime statistics there were 269 murders in Baltimore in 2005. Though this is significantly lower than the record-high 353 murders in 1993, the murder rate in Baltimore is nearly seven times the national rate, six times the rate of New York City, and three times the rate of Los Angeles. Impressive ...

From the safety of Sandra's car we could see this peeling mural at some day care while moving 30 mph. I can only imagine little kids picking up the chips of paint during recess and putting them in their mouths as a pre-nap snack. Delicious.

A mini-person on a mini-bike.

One of the main highlights of the day trip to Baltimore was that we visited an abandoned house Mark and Sandra had discovered about a year earlier. The house is filled about four feet deep with municipal garbage, and then in the middle of it is a huge tree, happily providing shade to whoever wanders in. Almost a year ago, Mark put a tape sculpture of a baby on a branch of the tree and it was still there, just stretched to accommodate the tree's growth.

Inside the house.

The garbage-covered floor. Mark and I were fascinated by the shape this old phonebook had taken on.

There's that tape baby I mentioned. It's kinda hard to tell, but because Mark tacked it's hands together to keep it from coming loose, the tree actually grew over the last year and is starting to stretch the baby apart with it's girth. (Did I really just say "stetch the baby apart with it's girth?")

After touring the rowhouses and the abandoned apartment we headed towards Baltimore's waterfront, where I saw this passed out bum on a bench, mouth completely agape. It's hard to tell from the picture, but the dood totally had a donkey face.

The Inner Harbor is where most of the tourists are supposed to come when they want a positive impression of the city. From what I can remember, it's about a six-block section along the waterfront where they actually maintain the sidewalks and have stores and tourist attractions, like an aquarium and old Navy ships. It was quite the facade, and nothing like the neighborhoods we visited earlier.

Sadly, this is one of the photos taken on our trip that is the most accurate in representing the type of people we saw while driving across America. Bunch a funny looking fat asses around here ...

Ironically, after we cruised the Inner Harbor looking at old ships and fat people, we went to eat over at some pizzaria called Uno's to get our own grub on.

The service was pretty bad there (although I liked my pizza) and it literally took over an hour before we recieved our food. It did allow Mark and I to have lots of play time with our cameras and with the restaurant's crayon supply though.

This picture was taken before I added a "grill" and gold chain to the King of the Jews, but there you have it. I actually managed to hold onto this thing for the entire trip and as soon as I get a chance I think I might frame this bad boy. By the way Mark, it supposed to be INRI, not INRY. It stands for "Iron Nails Rammed In."

Red rocket in 3D!

Sandra likes to play with her food and made this Crayon Confetti Cake Crust.

After we ate it was time to take off and head back to D.C. for a couple more days. Here we wait for the elavator.

On our way out we saw our last reminder of how bitchin' Baltimore was. Sweet visor!

Like I said before, I wasn't totally impressed with Baltimore, but I was glad to visit for the day, and that Sandra and Mark drove us up to give the grand tour. They made things fun. I've been having a really hard time making myself return to the computer to write somthing up about the place though, so since then I've turned to my old friend Jenn Witte to see if she could offer any advice as to what I could write about. All she had to offer was this, "You could write about tea-bagging in Baltimore, as the great John Waters once did. Tea-bagging, beavers, sugar and laundromats." Although I'm familiar with each of those subjects, sadly, none of them came up during the day trip :(

The Holocaust Museum was freaky. I didn't really learn much more than I already knew, but it was still interesting in a depressing, watching-bulldozers-move-dead-bodies-around kind of way. It's worth checking out if you're ever there. The building has a really neat design (especially the inside), and it's quite educational if you've got the time to hang around and watch all the videos and read all the exhibit's explanations. When you get there they even hook you up with a little identification card that tells the story of a real person who lived during the Holocaust. I got Robert Oelbermann, a man who co-founded the Nerother Bund youth group with his brother in 1919. Like other youth groups, it was aimed at getting young people closer to nature through camping and hiking. Appearently homosexual relationships were somtimes formed within the groups between it's members, and were commonly accepted. In 1936 though, the Hitler Youth movment tried to dissolve all independent youth groups, and then urged the members to join their own. Robert refused and was convicted under the Nazi-revised criminal code which outlawed homosexuality. He spent the next 5 years wearing a pink triangle on his concentration camp uniform, where he later died of unknown causes in 1941.

There's no cameras allowed, but I can also tell you that there's some really interesting exhibits inside that have some pretty crazy footage of the famous Nazi doctor, Fritz Klein. Pretty disturbing, I'll tell you what ... He's the dood who when asked how he could reconcile his actions with his ethical obligations as a physician, responded, "My Hippocratic oath tells me to cut a gangrenous appendix out of the human body. The Jews are the gangrenous appendix of mankind. That's why I cut them out." Ouch.

Almost equally as creepy, near Mark's house is the 33rd Degree Temple of The Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. The building is massive and very regal-looking and one day we noticed that they were offering tours. Never missing an opportunity to learn more about the world's largest fraternity/secret society/cult, we of course had to check it out. As it turns out, that particular temple ceased formal operation in the 1950's, and now it is mostly used as a visitor's center, except for special ceremonies and meetings that seldom happen. They even allow women to go inside!

Outside of the building is a set of old Sphinx statues, one with it's eyes wide open, one with it's eyes half closed. Somthing to do with wisdom and power, I think.

The tour was really weird. The 33rd degree is pretty much the highest honor in Freemasonry, so this temple was super-fancy and loaded with all of the Masonry symbolism ... two-headed eagles, squares and compasses, snakes, crosses, etc. etc. on every chair, curtain, lamp, slab of marble, and ceiling. There were even symbols in the architecture: pillars 33 feet high, ceilings 99 feet high, a huge dome that weighed 3,333 pounds, steps in increments of 3, 5, 7, and 9, etc.

The place was pretty over the top. There were two of these sculptures on either side of one of the inner doorways leading up to some temple meeting room, and appearently it took many many years before they could have them installed, because they were waiting until they could get 2 identical pieces of stone to carve. I guess if I were to have 2 huge, mega-heavy statues of an Egyptian person pulling their knees to their chest, I'd be picky too.

Here's some more of the weirdo imagery they use to decorate Everything.

The two-headed eagle carved into one of many many chairs, all made from wood that can only come from one certain specific forest.

I forgot what they said this room was used for, but as you can probably guess, it's gotta be for somthing strange and secretive.

Also, they had this freaky stained glass crypt that houses the remains of two Grand Master Freemasons, and inside of the crypt you can get a plaque with your name on it if you give over a million dollars to the Freemasons.

At one point of the tour our guide brought us into the library and just sort of let us loose for a while. I could tell no one taking the tour was expecting this, and there was deffinetly a few minutes of awkward wondering about going on. Their library was impressive though, open to the public, and even boasted miniature pewter sculptures of every Freemason who became a U.S. President, which is a lot of pewter.

This was also the point of the tour where you could load up on all the free Masonic propaganda pamphlets your heart could ever desire. I took the 3 coolest looking ones, plus one issue of the Scottish Rite Journal, featuring a cover shot of I11. Walter Ernest Webber, 33 Degree Sovereign Grand Commander, N.M.J.

Some fine reading ...

Here's another room in the Temple we visited, though it seemed to be under some sort of renovation. The place was huge, covered in Masonic and royal imagery, with tons of Bibles around.

Our tour guide mentioned that these huge purple curtins are more expensive to wash than to replace, so they just toss 'em when they're dirty. Throughout the tour, they never tell you what they actually do in Freemasonry. They do tell you that you don't have to be Scottish and don't have to be an actual bricklayer mason to be in the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. They show you a short video that didn't answer any real questions about Freemasonry, and all of the books that they advertise for in the library are books that just speak well of Freemasonry. There is a lot of talk about how they are dedicated to God and public service though. Oh, and they love children. Creepy.

The place is so awesome! And free! The museum's collections total over 125 million specimens of plants, animals, fossils, minerals, rocks, meteorites, and human cultural artifacts. It's also home to about 185 professional natural history scientists  the largest group of scientists dedicated to the study of the natural and cultural history in the world. Nerds!

The museum was fascinating. They had a huge gems and minerals section complete with the Hope Diamond, dinosaur bones, a zillion fossils, animal skeletons, and the extensive work of the best taxidermist in the country. I could have spent all day nerding out with Michelle. For some reason all the lighting in the place is super dim though, so most of my pictures came out kinda crumby. Hopefully these ones will do the trick.

T-Rex head!

I thought this diorama was pretty funny, the way all the different dinosaur species were placed right next to each other.

This mural was HUGE, and only served as a backround for a single small display case.

Here Michelle stands next to a bunch of petrified wood.

My favorite parts of the museum were the areas full of all the different types of animal skeletons collected by the museum.

Man and the Manlike Apes.

Running birds.

Arboreal birds.

This area was called the Kenneth E. Behring Family Hall of Mammals, which displays preserved pelts of mammals throughout the world, some of which were collected by former president Theodore Roosevelt. Lots of deadness.

"Check your blood sugar, and check it often." hah!

Whoa.

Slurp.

This display was kinda weird ... From the other side you could see the antelope's tongue hanging out of it's mouth.

All the little kid's at the museum really liked this one.

There was also an area dedicated to the art produced by people who practice Sikhism. Sikhism being a monotheistic religion founded in northern India in the 16th century by the guru Nanak. Can you spot Ronald McDonald in this one? There's also some batman and power ranger action in there if you look hard enough.

Sikhism rejects caste distinctions, idolatry, and asceticism and is characterized by belief in a cycle of reincarnation from which humans can free themselves by living righteous lives as active members of society.

I think I liked this one the most.

Eventually our meter ran out of time and we had to take off and head back to Mark and Sandra's place. It's been a while since this part of the trip (2 months?) but I can assure you that a stop was most likely made to the Adams-Morgan District for either a giant slice of pizza, or falafal from some place with an Amsterdam theme. We had to have eaten down there atleast 5 or 6 times within the 4 days that we were there.

Later that night Mark and I decided to make a tape cast of my legs. The plan was to document the whole thing and post it on the FF, but I think we may of had a little too much to drink for that.

Meesh took care of my crotch.

Too much to drink, and too many bad pictures of me in Michelle's gym shorts ... As soon as they had me all taped up, they cut me right back out using scissors, bandage cutters, and some cutting sheers. That was actually a bit nerve racking, with people jamming sharp objects inbetween the tape and my skin, all at the same time in different places. We didn't do a very good job of documenting the process, but for a better tutorial of how this all works, check out Mark's other website, tapesculpture.org, or this video he recently made called "How Babies Are Made."

Drinks were consumed and Michelle practiced her retard faces.

Der ...

Duh ...

The next day we went out for some more site seeing, and stumbled upon this huge place. I don't think we ever figured out what it was, but it sure looked awesome from the outside. Anyone?

Another thing I figured you had to do in Washington, D.C. is tour the White House. Sadly, I guess President Bush has become so paranoid of getting whacked that you now have to schedule tours over a month in advance with your local congressman.

We walked past the White House so that I could throw rocks at it in frustration, but they didn't even have any rocks in the Presidential yard to throw, and you'd have to have a pretty good arm to reach it anyway. What gives?

For our last night in D.C. Mark took us out to visit the infamous Lincoln Memorial.

The dood is totally massive, standing 19 feet tall and 19 feet wide, made from 28 blocks of white Georgia marble. Some interesting trivia about the memorial is that it's creator, Daniel Chester French, purposely carved one hand clenched, and the other hand open. It is said that he had a hearing-impaired daughter, so he carved Lincoln's hands to sign the letters "A" and "L" in American Sign Language. Another weird fact is that on the north wall, Lincoln's second inaugural address is inscribed with the word "Future" misspelled as "Euture."

On our last day in D.C., the folks over at news media giant Reuters came to interview Mark about his sculptures and setting them up in the city. We were actually planning on taking off the day before, but once we found out we had the opportunity to see how a news interview goes down starring Mark, we couldn't pass it up.

Mark did did really well during the interview, and the cameraman Peter Fox was a total hoot. He was an older Irish[?] guy, who was wearing cowboy boots, had some hoop earings, and had a holster on his belt for his pack of cigarettes. He also had a big sweat mark on the ass-crack of jeans, which was quite amusing. You can also see the tape cast of my crotch in the background behind Peter.

Peter was obsessed with getting the perfect shots.

A few times he even tried to get Mark to fake setting up a sculpture, but Mark didn't want anything to seem contrived.

Peter on all four, propping his camera on a baby.

And here's the final product. Turned out slightly less cheesy than I was expecting. Nice job guys.

Anyway, after all that was taken care of we said our farewells to Mark and Sandra, and that afternoon we made a short drive over to the City of Brotherly Love ... Philadelphia. They have everything that is good there - water ice, Wawa iced tea, the Italian Market, pretzels, fake cheesesteaks, the Mütter Museum, etc ... You'll hear all about it once I get back to the computer and type somthing up for ya, which is hopefully a lot sooner than it took for me to put this trip update out (sorry for lagging in a major way) ...

Thanks again to Mark and Sandra for putting us up while we visited you in D.C., and thanks for taking us up to Baltimore for the day too. You guys were rad, and are totally welcome to visit us over here in Seattle if you ever do some traveling yourselves. I'd love to put you guys up and to show you around. Oh, and thanks for the rad tape sculpture of the longhorn's skull, Mark. It looks rad hanging from our bedroom door, and we've gotten lots of compliments on it too.
Again, all you readers can see a lot of Mark's stuff at xmarkjenkinsx.com, and occasionally here on FecalFace.com. Lemme leave you with a few images of Mark's stuff, and stay tuned for another blog about our summer USA road trip soon.

We haven't been featuring many interviews as of late. Let's change that up as we check in with a few local San Francisco artists like Kevin Earl Taylor here whom we studio visited back in 2009 (PHOTOS & VIDEO). It's been awhile, Kevin...

If you like guns and boobs, head on over to the Shooting Gallery; just don't expect the work to be all cheap ploys and hot chicks. With Make Stuff by Peter Gronquist (Portland) in the main space and Morgan Slade's Snake in the Eagle's Shadow in the project space, there is plenty spectacle to be had, but if you look just beyond it, you might actually get something out of the shows.

Fifty24SF opened Street Anatomy, a new solo show by Austrian artist Nychos a week ago last Friday night. He's been steadily filling our city with murals over the last year, with one downtown on Geary St. last summer, and new ones both in the Haight and in Oakland within the last few weeks, but it was really great to see his work up close and in such detail.

Congrats on our buddies at Needles and Pens on being open and rad for 11 years now. Mission Local did this little short video featuring Breezy giving a little heads up on what Needles and Pens is all about.

Matt Wagner recently emailed over some photos from The Hellion Gallery in Tokyo, who recently put together a show with AJ Fosik (Portland) called Beast From a Foreign Land. The gallery gave twelve of Fosik's sculptures to twelve Japanese artists (including Hiro Kurata who is currently showing in our group show Salt the Skies) to paint, burn, or build upon.

Backwoods Gallery in Melbourne played host to a huge group exhibition a couple of weeks back, with "Gold Blood, Magic Weirdos" Curated by Melbourne artist Sean Morris. Gold Blood brought together 25 talented painters, illustrators and comic artists from Australia, the US, Singapore, England, France and Spain - and marked the end of the Magic Weirdos trilogy, following shows in Perth in 2012 and London in 2013.

San Francisco based Fecal Pal Jeremy Fish opened his latest solo show Hunting Trophies at LA's Mark Moore Gallery last week to massive crowds and cabin walls lined with imagery pertaining to modern conquest and obsession.

Well, John Felix Arnold III is at it again. This time, he and Carolyn LeBourgios packed an entire show into the back of a Prius and drove across the country to install it at Superchief Gallery in NYC. I met with him last week as he told me about the trip over delicious burritos at Taqueria Cancun (which is right across the street from FFDG and serves what I think is the best burrito in the city) as the self proclaimed "Only overweight artist in the game" spilled all the details.

Ever Gold opened a new solo show by NYC based Henry Gunderson a couple Saturday nights ago and it was literally packed. So packed I couldn't actually see most of the art - but a big crowd doesn't seem like a problem. I got a good laugh at what I would call the 'cock climbing wall' as it was one of the few pieces I could see over the crowd. I haven't gotten a chance to go back and check it all out again, but I'm definitely going to as the paintings that I could get a peek at were really high quality and intruiguing. You should do the same.

The paintings in the show are each influenced by a musician, ranging from Freddy Mercury, to Madonna, to A Tribe Called Quest and they are so stylistically consistent with each musician's persona that they read as a cohesive body of work with incredible variation. If you told me they were each painted by a different person, I would not hesitate to believe you and it's really great to see a solo show with so much variety. The show is fun, poppy, very well done, and absolutely worth a look and maybe even a listen.

With rising rent in SF and knowing mostly other young artists without capitol, I desired a way to live rent free, have a space to do my craft, and get to see more of the world. Inspired by the many historical artists who have longed similar longings I discovered the beauty of artist residencies. Lilo runs Adhoc Collective in Vienna which not only has a fully equipped artists creative studio, but an indoor halfpipe, and private artist quarters. It was like a modern day castle or skate cathedral. It exists in almost a utopic state, totally free to those that apply and come with a real passion for both art and skateboarding

I just wanted to share with you a piece I recently finished which took me 4 years to complete. Titled "How To Lose Yourself Completely (The September Issue)", it consists of a copy of the September 2007 issue of Vogue magazine (the issue they made the documentary about) with all faces masked with a sharpie, and everything else entirely whited out. 840 pages of fun. -Bryan Schnelle

Jeremy Fish opens Hunting Trophies tonight, Saturday April 5th, at the Los Angeles based Mark Moore Gallery. The show features new work from Fish inside the "hunting lodge" where viewers climb inside the head of the hunter and explore the history of all the animals he's killed.

Beautiful piece entitled "The Albatross and the Shipping Container", Ink on Paper, Mounted to Panel, 47" Diameter, by San Francisco based Martin Machado now on display at FFDG. Stop in Saturday (1-6pm) to view the group show "Salt the Skies" now running through April 19th. 2277 Mission St. at 19th.

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to quit my job, move out of my house, leave everything and travel again. So on August 21, 2013 I pushed a canoe packed full of gear into the headwaters of the Mississippi River in Lake Itasca, Minnesota, along with four of my best friends. Exactly 100 days later, I arrived at a marina near the Gulf of Mexico in a sailboat.

I'm not sure how many people are lucky enough to have The San Francisco Giants 3 World Series trophies put on display at their work for the company's employees to enjoy during their lunch break, but that's what happened the other day at Deluxe. So great.

When works of art become commodities and nothing else, when every endeavor becomes “creative” and everybody “a creative,” then art sinks back to craft and artists back to artisans—a word that, in its adjectival form, at least, is newly popular again. Artisanal pickles, artisanal poems: what’s the difference, after all? So “art” itself may disappear: art as Art, that old high thing. Which—unless, like me, you think we need a vessel for our inner life—is nothing much to mourn.

Hard-working artisan, solitary genius, credentialed professional—the image of the artist has changed radically over the centuries. What if the latest model to emerge means the end of art as we have known it? --continue reading

"[Satire] is important because it brings out the flaws we all have and throws them up on the screen of another person," said Turner. “How they react sort of shows how important that really is.” Later, he added, "Charlie took a hit for everybody." -read on

NYC --- A new graffiti abatement program put forth by the police commissioner has beat cops carrying cans of spray paint to fill in and cover graffiti artists work in an effort to clean up the city --> Many cops are thinking it's a waste of resources, but we're waiting to see someone make a project of it. Maybe instructions for the cops on where to fill-in?

The NYPD is arming its cops with cans of spray paint and giving them art-class-style lessons to tackle the scourge of urban graffiti, The Post has learned.

Shootings are on the rise across the city, but the directive from Police Headquarters is to hunt down street art and cover it with black, red and white spray paint, sources said... READ ON

SAN FRANCISCO --- The Headlands Center for the Arts is preparing for their largest fundraiser of the year set to go down on June 4th at SOMArts here in the city. Art auction, food, drinks, live music, etc and all for helping to support a great institution up in the Marin Headlands. ~details

ABOUT HEADLANDSHeadlands Center for the Arts provides an unparalleled environment for the creative process and the development of new work and ideas. Through a range of programs for artists and the public, we offer opportunities for reflection, dialogue, and exchange that build understanding and appreciation for the role of art in society.

We haven't been featuring many interviews as of late. Let's change that up as we check in with a few local San Francisco artists like Kevin Earl Taylor here whom we studio visited back in 2009 (PHOTOS & VIDEO). It's been awhile, Kevin...

If you like guns and boobs, head on over to the Shooting Gallery; just don't expect the work to be all cheap ploys and hot chicks. With Make Stuff by Peter Gronquist (Portland) in the main space and Morgan Slade's Snake in the Eagle's Shadow in the project space, there is plenty spectacle to be had, but if you look just beyond it, you might actually get something out of the shows.

Fifty24SF opened Street Anatomy, a new solo show by Austrian artist Nychos a week ago last Friday night. He's been steadily filling our city with murals over the last year, with one downtown on Geary St. last summer, and new ones both in the Haight and in Oakland within the last few weeks, but it was really great to see his work up close and in such detail.

Congrats on our buddies at Needles and Pens on being open and rad for 11 years now. Mission Local did this little short video featuring Breezy giving a little heads up on what Needles and Pens is all about.

Matt Wagner recently emailed over some photos from The Hellion Gallery in Tokyo, who recently put together a show with AJ Fosik (Portland) called Beast From a Foreign Land. The gallery gave twelve of Fosik's sculptures to twelve Japanese artists (including Hiro Kurata who is currently showing in our group show Salt the Skies) to paint, burn, or build upon.

Backwoods Gallery in Melbourne played host to a huge group exhibition a couple of weeks back, with "Gold Blood, Magic Weirdos" Curated by Melbourne artist Sean Morris. Gold Blood brought together 25 talented painters, illustrators and comic artists from Australia, the US, Singapore, England, France and Spain - and marked the end of the Magic Weirdos trilogy, following shows in Perth in 2012 and London in 2013.

San Francisco based Fecal Pal Jeremy Fish opened his latest solo show Hunting Trophies at LA's Mark Moore Gallery last week to massive crowds and cabin walls lined with imagery pertaining to modern conquest and obsession.

Well, John Felix Arnold III is at it again. This time, he and Carolyn LeBourgios packed an entire show into the back of a Prius and drove across the country to install it at Superchief Gallery in NYC. I met with him last week as he told me about the trip over delicious burritos at Taqueria Cancun (which is right across the street from FFDG and serves what I think is the best burrito in the city) as the self proclaimed "Only overweight artist in the game" spilled all the details.

Ever Gold opened a new solo show by NYC based Henry Gunderson a couple Saturday nights ago and it was literally packed. So packed I couldn't actually see most of the art - but a big crowd doesn't seem like a problem. I got a good laugh at what I would call the 'cock climbing wall' as it was one of the few pieces I could see over the crowd. I haven't gotten a chance to go back and check it all out again, but I'm definitely going to as the paintings that I could get a peek at were really high quality and intruiguing. You should do the same.

The paintings in the show are each influenced by a musician, ranging from Freddy Mercury, to Madonna, to A Tribe Called Quest and they are so stylistically consistent with each musician's persona that they read as a cohesive body of work with incredible variation. If you told me they were each painted by a different person, I would not hesitate to believe you and it's really great to see a solo show with so much variety. The show is fun, poppy, very well done, and absolutely worth a look and maybe even a listen.

With rising rent in SF and knowing mostly other young artists without capitol, I desired a way to live rent free, have a space to do my craft, and get to see more of the world. Inspired by the many historical artists who have longed similar longings I discovered the beauty of artist residencies. Lilo runs Adhoc Collective in Vienna which not only has a fully equipped artists creative studio, but an indoor halfpipe, and private artist quarters. It was like a modern day castle or skate cathedral. It exists in almost a utopic state, totally free to those that apply and come with a real passion for both art and skateboarding

I just wanted to share with you a piece I recently finished which took me 4 years to complete. Titled "How To Lose Yourself Completely (The September Issue)", it consists of a copy of the September 2007 issue of Vogue magazine (the issue they made the documentary about) with all faces masked with a sharpie, and everything else entirely whited out. 840 pages of fun. -Bryan Schnelle

Jeremy Fish opens Hunting Trophies tonight, Saturday April 5th, at the Los Angeles based Mark Moore Gallery. The show features new work from Fish inside the "hunting lodge" where viewers climb inside the head of the hunter and explore the history of all the animals he's killed.

Beautiful piece entitled "The Albatross and the Shipping Container", Ink on Paper, Mounted to Panel, 47" Diameter, by San Francisco based Martin Machado now on display at FFDG. Stop in Saturday (1-6pm) to view the group show "Salt the Skies" now running through April 19th. 2277 Mission St. at 19th.

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to quit my job, move out of my house, leave everything and travel again. So on August 21, 2013 I pushed a canoe packed full of gear into the headwaters of the Mississippi River in Lake Itasca, Minnesota, along with four of my best friends. Exactly 100 days later, I arrived at a marina near the Gulf of Mexico in a sailboat.

Material published on FECAL FACE DOT COM online service is copyrighted by Fecal Face or its licensors, including the originating wire services. Such material is protected by U.S. and international copyright laws and treaties. All rights reserved.

Users of the Fecal Face online service may not reproduce, republish or redistribute material found on the web site in any form without the express written consent of the copyright holder.